Bat: Something we can do for you, ma'am?
Ellen Parish: Why, yes. I'm looking for a man named Masterson.
Bat: He's a very lucky man. And I should know. 'Cause you found him.
Bat: Did it ever occur to you that you and your folks are gamblers crossing the desert?
Ellen Parish: Gamblers?
Bat: You're playing for bigger stakes than you'll find on those tables. A man with a gun might come in handy.
Bat: It's kind of a custom out here, ma'am. When you see a man draw a gun, you'd better draw yours. If I hadn't, I might be shaking hands with St. Peter.
Ellen Parish: Then I'm not quite sure you know just where St. Peter is stationed.